By the time you read this I will either be in the air on the way to San Antonio, Texas, or already there.

The Harper clan is gathering for the wedding of a cousin of mine and those family members who are able will be in the heart of the city that is the historical home of the Alamo to witness the exchange of vows.

I have not been in San Antonio since the American Numismatic Association convention there in the spring of 1985. It was the heyday of Bob and Betty Medlar, both of whom have now passed on.

Courtney Coffing, a retired co-worker, reminded me when I saw him at the Numismatists of Wisconsin convention May 17 that he had lived there in 1961. It seems that an awful lot of people have a connection to the city.

Even though I have no plans to get numismatically involved, can I really spend three whole days without looking for a coin shop or otherwise dipping a toe in the numismatic waters?

We’ll see. Fortunately for me, I don’t have any formal role. I just have to look happy, which will be easy because I am not footing the bill for the festivities.